Page 22 of Grumpy Alien Boss

My fingers tremble as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra. The lace falls away, and cool air kisses my exposed skin. I shimmy out of my panties, letting them join the pile of clothes at my feet.

Standing naked before him, vulnerability crashes over me like a wave. My arms move of their own accord, crossing over my breasts and between my legs.

"Don't." His voice softens. "You have no need to hide such beauty."

A nervous laugh escapes my lips. "Tell that to my arms. They're not listening to me right now."

"Would you like some help with that?"

Before I can ask what he means, Dar rises from his chair. Each step toward me feels like thunder in my chest. He towers over me, his presence filling every corner of the room.

His fingers work at his tie, the silk sliding free with a whisper. The buttons of his shirt follow, one by one, until he shrugs it off his shoulders.

My breath catches. His chest is a masterpiece of black and red scales, catching the light like polished obsidian. They flow across his muscles in perfect patterns, natural and exotic at once.

I can't resist reaching out with one hand, keeping the other pressed against my chest. My fingertips brush across his scales, and electricity shoots through my arm. They're smooth and warm, with just enough texture to make my skin tingle.

"They're beautiful," I whisper, tracing the pattern where black meets red.

I shiver as Dar's fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm but not painful. My heart races as he spins me around, and I catch a glimpse of his silk tie sliding from his neck. Before I can process what's happening, he's pulled my arms behind my back.

"Oh!" The silk whispers against my skin as he binds my wrists. The knot is tight enough to hold but not hurt - clearly he's done this before. The thought sends another wave of heat through my body.

When he turns me back to face him, I'm completely exposed. No way to cover myself, no way to hide. My nipples harden under his intense gaze, and I squirm, torn between embarrassment and arousal.

"Better," he purrs, circling me slowly. His scaled chest brushes against my bare back, and I gasp at the sensation. The texture of his scales sends tingles across my skin. "Now I can see all of you."

My cheeks burn as his eyes rake over my body. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But there's something intoxicating about it too - the way he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"You're blushing," he observes, his finger tracing my collarbone. "All the way down to here." His touch trails lower, between my breasts, and I arch toward him involuntarily.

"Can you blame me?" My voice comes out breathy. "I'm not exactly used to being tied up naked in front of alien warriors."

His laugh rumbles through me like thunder. "First time for everything."

The silk tie shifts against my wrists as I test the bonds. There's no give at all. "You seem... experienced at this sort of thing."

"Centuries of practice." His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. "But you're the first human I've wanted to tie up."

My knees go weak at his touch. "Lucky me."

His hand closes around my throat, not threatening but possessive, and his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my bound hands seeking behind my back until I find the hard length of him through his slacks. Even through the fabric, I can feel how huge he is. The thought makes me whimper into his mouth.

His tongue sweeps past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. The scales of his chest press against my bare breasts, the exotic texture sending sparks of pleasure through my sensitized skin. I arch into him, wanting more, needing more.

"Patience," he growls against my lips.

The world spins as he hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. My hair tumbles down, brushing against the intricate patterns of his scaled back. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy - or maybe that's just the effect he has on me.

"Before I take you, I must taste you."

His words send liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I squirm against his shoulder, but his arm holds me firmly in place as he strides toward the lounge area. The leather sofa comes into view, and my heart pounds with anticipation.

Dar’s fingers slide into me with an ease that makes me gasp, my body arching against his shoulder. The silk tie binding my wrists digs into my skin, but the slight sting only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. His fingers are thick, filling me perfectly, and I can’t help but squirm as he curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.

“Dar—” I choke out, my voice trembling. I’m so close already, teetering on the edge, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. I whine in protest, but he doesn’t give me a chance to complain. In one smooth motion, he lowers me onto the leather sofa, my back sinking into the cool material. My legs are shoved apart before I can even think to resist, not that I would. The way he looks at me, his red eyes blazing with hunger, makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in the universe.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice low and rough. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he kneels between my legs. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and I shiver in anticipation. Then his tongue—long, prehensile, andalien—slides through my folds, and I nearly scream.

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